I see myself silver haired where the presence of now fades, chased far in the moment I prolong to breathe. The befall of death gives meanings to the deviating consciousness. The self unfolds where I truly become the driving of change, yet nothing. Dust cannot see.
Standing inside of the coffee house, I hear the wind. I would not regret to blend in the stars for myself to fall in time more desperately. She sheds tears to the dust in our eyes as we drop apart to dissipate, scattered in the nuances of fatality; countless levitated in dreams, drown by misfortune. She gently waits before we die to become stardusts. The sky would then fall to bury the sand, beneath, when we can no longer see the glow of the tears under the heavy silence of passionate ceases. Every time I leave, I would have the chance to fall.
Tears of the air soothes the inanity between my eyes. I immerse in whispers, murmurs, validated while my sight ascends endlessly. I fall. -afterwards.
Author 作者
Name: Allen Meng
Grade: 8
School: Pinghe Bilingual School
姓名：孟繁烁
年级：8
学校：民办平和学校
About the Author 关于作者
I enjoy reading because its meanings of presence are assigned to the self-depleting time of living. I came to the decision to make my initial attempt to express my sense and love, under the hope to build connections with my readers.
我喜欢阅读，它让我的生活中多了一种享受的消磨时间的方式。这是我第一次尝试用写作来表达我的感受与爱，希望能与我的读者建立联系；就这样我决定创作出今天的诗。
Something to Say about the Story 关于作品
It reflects how the self is realized; it is written in a contemplative mood after a day of studying something about neurons and Physics. Hope you enjoy.
这部作品展现出了一个自我发掘的过程。在经过了一天有关神经元和物理的学习后，我在沉静的思考中创作了这部作品。希望大家喜欢。
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